I was a King of Light

 Starry Eyed on a Starry Night, I was lost inside
 like a Shooting Star, Flame and Fire Intertwined
 Pondering like a Heathen of Knights
 Wondering, Gazing, upon the cusps of Eternal Life
 what thence fore is I, when I have not Truly Lived
 to wield a Boon, to wield a Torch, towards True North, my Soul Drifts
 shall I commence an Excellent Dream
 or shall I give in to what it may seem,
 shall I Birth Forth a New Dawn from within
 when all seems lost, when the troughs drift to High Thoughts upon a whim
 shall I unmask the Shadows and Veils that swallow the Flame,
 or grow Wings, to chase Dreams, for Heavens Sake
 shall I acquire a Virtue of Solace or a Great Storied Ballad
 or a Crook and a Flail or a Chalice,
 shall I chase Stars when Ideals are things of past
 when Fields of Dreams are deserted like a worn-out Hourglass, 
 shall I acquire a Shield, a Helmet, or a Sword perhaps
 like Days of Old, like Chivalric Pasts
 shall I Stomp through the Barren Wastelands a Prince a Paladin
 where the Rivers don't flow, where there is No Hope and No Passions
 and there where the Paths were Weary, I Stood Upright
 and what was Found, was Claimed,   I Was A King Of Light
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